_Lives n I_

The scent, the smell, the deepest cry,
The reason we bend,
The colors of lie.
The mystery within,
Which make us die.
The inner desire,
to live by its side.
The truth of reality,
we shove it aside.
Why we wrench to reasons
watching lives die?

The dust in the air,
with music we flair.
The world is a lie,
a reason to share.
With shades o virtue,
we rip through with dare,
we try and adjust with people we care.

With people no where,
its lives that I bere.